Tony Stark's Curiosity

"Achoo!" Saitama let out a long sneeze, rubbing his nose vigorously. He still felt a bit uncomfortable, so he sneezed again, and this time his nose felt clear and comfortable.

"Who is it?" Tony Stark, with his signature goatee, frowned, a hint of displeasure on his face.

"I don't remember giving my business card to that guy, so who sold it after getting it?"

"Sorry, sir, this kind of incident is not recorded, so it's impossible to confirm who resold your business card after obtaining it," the intelligent butler Jarvis replied.

"Alright, perhaps I casually dropped a business card, someone picked it up, and then resold it."

"Sir, Mr. Norton is outside. Shall I let him in?" Jarvis reminded him again.

"Hmm, alright. For the sake of the business card he has, I'll let him in. Besides, I want to know where he got it from."

Outside, Mr. Norton, the man who had originally bought the business card from Skye and Saitama, waited with a tense, even expectant, expression.

In reality, Mr. Norton wasn't sure if he'd be able to meet Tony Stark after getting the card. After all, it was just a business card. He was only here to try his luck with it, hoping that Tony Stark, if he was in a strange mood, might actually agree to see him upon receiving it.

From the very beginning, Mr. Norton had bought the card purely to purchase an infinitesimally small chance. Although two hundred thousand US dollars was an exorbitant sum for ordinary people or those at the bottom of society, for a wealthy man like him, it was like disposable tissue paper.

So, when Skye approached him, he had unhesitatingly decided to pay two hundred thousand US dollars for a Tony Stark business card that might or might not be useful.

"Mr. Norton! Mr. Stark will see you now." As Jarvis's voice came, the closed door opened. Mr. Norton was ecstatic. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Mr. Norton felt incredibly lucky. He had spent only two hundred thousand US dollars on a business card and now he was going to meet Tony Stark. If Stark could just give him a little something from his fingertips, it would be enough for him to feast for a long time.

"Hello, Mr. Stark. I am Norton, Badr Norton. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Badr Norton? Chairman of Norton Machinery. Actually, Norton Machinery is just an insignificant mechanical company, very insignificant..." Tony Stark casually recited the information Jarvis had just looked up about Mr. Norton.

Listening to Tony Stark, cold sweat broke out on Mr. Norton's face. Tony Stark's words were incredibly sharp, tearing him and his company down to nothing, making them seem utterly worthless. Yet, he couldn't refute anything. On one hand, it was due to Tony Stark's status; on the other hand, Tony Stark's words had indeed hit the weaknesses of him and his company.

"Alright, I'm not interested in all that. So, back to my question, from whom did you buy this business card?" Tony Stark tossed the card onto the table.

"It... it was a young woman and an Asian man. Their names were Skye and Saitama--"

"Stop! I have no recollection. Do they have any particularly distinctive features? The kind that are immediately recognizable."

"Uh, the woman was very beautiful." Mr. Norton was interrupted repeatedly but didn't get angry.

"A beautiful woman? Well, that's certainly a good characteristic. Perhaps one of the women I've slept with? Sorry, I've slept with too many women, and they were all beautiful." Tony Stark said something that would make ninety-nine percent of men envious and hateful, with extreme casualness.

"The Asian man was bald. His head was very shiny, so shiny it could reflect light, like he'd used some special wax. He also gave off a bit of a dull, silly impression." Mr. Norton quickly described Saitama's features.

"Bald? Asian man? Dull and silly? Hmm, now that you mention it, I think I might have seen him somewhere. I have a faint impression, just a tiny bit, but specifically... never mind. I'm not interested in men. You're Norton, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark."

"You can leave now."

"Uh."

"Go back and prepare yourself. It's best to prepare some good assembly lines. If the quality of the products your company makes is poor, your company might be in trouble. So, pray."

"Ah? Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mr. Stark, thank you--"

"Out," Tony Stark said impatiently, gesturing towards the door.

"Yes, yes, yes." Mr. Norton, shrinking his neck, quickly scurried out.

"Bald? Dull and silly? Alright, Jarvis, any impressions?"

"Apologies, sir. I am your intelligent butler. My scope of responsibility is limited to the home and Stark Industries. Within these premises, besides Mr. Obadiah, there are no bald men." Jarvis replied.

"Uh, Obadiah? Alright. I know. Forget it. Looking for a bald man is less appealing than looking for a beautiful woman. Jarvis, any targets?"

"The cover of this month's Time magazine features a pair of twins, sir."

"Excellent, it's them."

Saitama had no idea that a business card would make Tony Stark want to pay attention to him. However, in the end, he was bald and a man, so he wasn't worth Tony Stark's effort to find.

After sneezing twice, Saitama felt much more comfortable in his nostrils, and his expression returned to its usual dazed and cute look.

Holding a basket, Saitama walked through the supermarket, constantly scanning, trying to find the discount sections.

"Great, found it! Discounted milk. Hmm, it seems to be close to expiring, but that's fine, I'll drink it before it goes bad. And this, discounted beef. It's fantastic! The beef here is already relatively cheap, and I even found it on sale. My luck is great today. And eggs..."

Even though Saitama and the others still had a considerable amount of money left, Saitama, who had long been accustomed to living frugally, couldn't change his nature of always looking for a bargain.